Things I Wish I Could Tell You (Poetry and Prose)

Thorns

And then he took a step closer, looking at me intensely that I could've melted anytime.

"I said let go." I muttered with the pain evident in my eyes, wishing he would just go away -wishing that it'll no longer hurt.

He looked down, with his tears about to fall. "I just wanted to be with you..." He smiled, though I could tell he's just as hurt as I am. "... even for the last time." He took out a rose from behind, and reached for my hand. I looked at him with confusion, but he just held my hand and put down the rose. "I got rid of the thorns for you, so that you won't get hurt." I gave me a sad smile, and I could feel that my tears were about to fall too.

Both pain and agony were overflowing in me, building up walls to protect my heart at all cost. I was hurt once, but it'll never happen again. "Take care." He let go of my hand turned around, leaving me dumbfounded. My heart pounded like thousand drumrolls, stuck between hope and fear; to hope that my walls would break so I could run to him, fear that if I do, we'll end up crying and wounded, again.

I watched him walk away, each step he took felt so heavy for me. It's me who pushed him away, and yet I was the one left crying.

I looked at the rose he left to me, caressing each petal like it was the only thing I have left- the only memory he had with me.

Tears fell on the poor flower, as I stare on the void blaming myself for everything. For hurting him so much that even he, decided to just let go.

I looked up to the clouds and forced a smile, muttering the words I wished he never said before it's too late.

"Goodbye."